Life Is An Empty Dream.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

'tis Only When They Spring To Heaven That Angels Reveal Themselves To You.

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.